|Drums, Vocals:||Brittany Harrell|
|Vocals, Guitar:||Brad Wyrosdick|
|Guitar, Vocals:||Patrick Bambrick|
|Bass, Vocals:||Bryan Kerr|
Here's to never living out your dreams.
Instead, you're living in spite of me. You're the run of the mill.
Your colors fade. Your blue sky is turning grey.
Holding back the words you wish you'd said.
Watching them hang high above your head.
When you're looking forward to falling behind, you're giving into giving up.
I've got the headache from hell and the heart ache to prove it.
It wasn't given to me. I paid my dues to earn it.
I am not one to bring on bad news, but you're begging me to.
Beggars don't get to choose.
You say I'm lucky to have what I made for myself, while you sit on excuses becoming dust up on a shelf.
You shrug your shoulders so well. Fell by the wayside. If you rest before you're dead, you'll never stay ahead.
Here's to never living out your dreams. Giving up on what you love.
No one ever said that it was easy. I know it's harder than it seems.
You had the vision clear and lost it in a phase.
They say people never change, yet they never stay the same.
You're a foot print in the sand and the tide is rushing in.
If your intent is paper thin, you'll only get what you put it.
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